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Need a warm-up, hon?

No, thanks. Just the check.

Be right... Right back.

Hey, you okay?

- Hey, Phoebe? What's the matter?
- I don't know what's wrong.

I feel dizzy, like I can't...

- You're burning up.
- Is there a doctor here?!

Somebody, call an ambulance!

My head, that ringing. Please.

I can't. Something's wrong.

She seems to be having
a viral reaction.

Ambulance is on its way.

We have to call the CDC right now.

- You can't keep me here.
- We both feel fine.

I got another.

Can somebody explain what's going on?

Ladies and gentlemen,
my name is Dr. Marcus Joffe.

I'm a CDC investigator.

This facility is being placed
under quarantine.

We need to identify
who needs immediate care.

I took the liberty.

Is this latex or memory foam?

He broke into my house.

I wake up in the night,
the man's sitting on my bed.

- Reddington has a flair for the dramatic.
- He threatened to kill me.

If you divulge his relationship
with the FBI. So don't.

We told you about this to gain your trust.

Reddington wants you
to help find my husband's killer.

That's what he said.

He seemed more interested
in my mattress.

You can draw out the killer?

- What do you call him, Damascus?
- We don't know his real name.

He's a cop protecting drug dealers
with the Nash Syndicate.

I'm part of a task force trying
to bring them down.

Every time we get a lead,
Damascus tips them off.

Which means whoever killed Tom
has a line in on his task force.

My next meeting, I'll let it be known
that we have a snitch of our own.

Someone inside the syndicate
who can ID Damascus.

Bobby Navarro, a former dealer
from the syndicate who's gone missing.

We'll tell them when I'll meet Navarro
and that he'll ID Damascus.

Whoever shows up to stop that
will either be Damascus...

...or someone that can lead us to him.

Detective Singleton,
I'm sure you agree...

...a dirty cop is
a good cop's worst enemy.

Still, it's hard to go after one of our own.
And dangerous.

I appreciate your determination.
Keen, reach out to Reddington.

Please implore him that he should
stay off the detective's mattress.

I'm sorry. I'm out.

Yes. Of jail. Because of me.

And in exchange for said freedom,
you owe me one genuine...

...bona fide, Earl Fagen...

...electrical-wires-somehow-
got-crossed inferno.

- Then you're out.
- No. Then I'm in.

I mean, then I'm back in.

- You're waving coke in front of an addict.
- Take a snort.

This isn't a negotiation.
It's an assignment.

I have a business
that's become a liability.

I need you to burn it down.

Critter Cabin, we're in the book.

- There you are. I have a case.
- And I have a request:

Take it easy on Singleton.
He's on our side.

For now. Because he's afraid not to be.

I find a good bedside chat
to be effective and exhilarating.

He and I have a plan.
If it works out, it'll ID Tom's killer.

Then what? If it turns out to be a cop,
what are you gonna do?

Let the system close ranks
around one of its own?

Let him lawyer up, stand trial?

Juries acquit cops
even when they have video...

...showing those cops
shooting innocent victims.

You think a jury will take
your word over his? Your memory?

The memory of someone who suffered
such significant brain trauma...

- ...she was in a coma for 10 months.
- Why are you telling me this?

Because we both know
this doesn't end in a courtroom.

It ends on the street.

I want you to be prepared for that.

- About this case...
- I'm only interested in Tom's murder.

Unfortunately, this is an urgent one.

There's been an acute viral outbreak
in New York City.

I'm afraid it was not a natural occurrence.

Nine months ago,
Reddington was approached...

...by Jumbal Mazi Okoro,
South African black-market trader...

...who was looking to secure
a rare viral agent for his client.

Okoro was requesting a pathogen
with maximum contagion capabilities.

Reddington never facilitated the trade,
citing ethical issues.

- Go figure.
- But based on this morning's incident...

...Reddington believes this client may be
responsible for the attacks in NY.

Agent Mojtabai.

- Is something funny?
- What?

No, sorry, I was just watching Agent Keen.
It's good to have you back.

- Even if it's on restricted duty.
- Thanks, Aram.

What's the connection?

Okoro was looking to obtain
the same kind of pathogen.

A highly-concentrated, purified form
of organic chemicals.

Can Reddington ID the client?

No, and neither can Okoro,
who was killed in November.

Based on this morning's incident,
Reddington thinks his would-be client...

- ...may be active on U.S. soil.
- I'll notify HHS and Homeland.

Ressler, Navabi,
coordinate with the troops...

...and see if the CDC's
uncovered anything.

Lab confirmed it's a viral pathogen,
likely airborne and replicating quickly.

When we arrived,
we had 26 confirmed cases.

Customers, first responders.
In six hours that number's tripled.

- What about your quarantine?
- Three square blocks.

N.Y.P.D. has another 12 in lockdown.

- How do you know it's a targeted attack?
- Confidential source.

Think this may be a designer virus?

All I know is what my people told you
on the phone. About the woman.

Here. With the notebook.

She somehow managed to slip out
before we could ID the infected.

Could be a mistake,
but whoever she is, she's not here now.

Can you roll that back?

It's an inhaler.

We suspect it may contain...

- ...some kind of anti-viral agent.
- Looks like we have a suspect.

Aram, I'm gonna send you some CCTV
images. We need an ID right away.

Tell your confidential source
if he knows anything else...

...he needs to tell us.

We'll have fatalities on our hands
within the hour.

Got word of N.Y.P.D. responding
to a call at New York General.

- Where they're treating the infected?
- Yes. But there may be another outbreak.

They found a biological device.

Doesn't make sense. Why would she try
to infect them twice? They're already sick.

You won't believe this. I don't think
we're looking at another virus.

Why, what is it?

It's the cure.

Sixteen people are in serious condition.
Seven are critical.

Why aren't they being given
the antidote?

- The CDC wants to test it.
- How about on the victims?

What could happen?
They're dying anyway.

We've confirmed it's her, the woman
who caused the infection.

Why would she infect people
only to provide them with the cure?

Okay, hang on. I got an ID.

Here we go.
Captain Patricia Sue Edwards.

She's a biochemist, formerly with
U.S. Army Medical Research Institute...

- ...of Infectious Disease.
- USAMRIID. The germ-warfare guys.

Married to Lieutenant Commander
Dennis Edwards, Navy SEAL.

- All in, all the time. Best of the best.
- Put a pin in that...

...because in March 2017...

...Lieutenant Commander Edwards
was stationed in Manbij, Syria...

...tasked with securing the area
to facilitate the liberation of Raqqa.

His record had been exemplary
up until another SEAL...

...caught him stealing
a truck full of confiscated opium.

- Was he court-martialed?
- Killed. By the SEAL who caught him.

And judge advocate ruled
that it was self-defense.

Did they investigate the wife?

Yeah, but nothing conclusive.
But she was stripped...

...of her security clearance
at USAMRIID before resigning.

Which means she lost access
to the chemical and biological weapons.

She's gotten over that hurdle.

There was a story in the news today.

About an outbreak.

I think you'll like it.

Red, I told you from day one,
Heddie's no good.

She knows how to cook the books,
but she's a little nutty, excitable.

She's taken a powder,
we're about to be audited, so what?

Now you got this... This... This...
This guy? To what?

To light a match and boom,
there goes this deal we got going.

As you well know,
Heddie did not take a powder.

She's lying in her bed right now,
sneezing and wheezing...

...swollen up like a puffer fish.

I'm afraid all the dogs and cats
finally got the best of her.

Be that as it may, mistakes are mistakes.
And she's out of her depth.

And now, with the new tax law,
forget about it. It is:

Little guys and nonprofits are screwed.

I want you to go to our vet...

...and find out how he disposes
of the animals he puts down.

We're gonna need about half a dozen.

Half a dozen what?

Skeletons.

To make it look authentic.

Couple of dogs, cats. I think
we shampoo the occasional marmot.

In order to melt structural components...

...we need
a high-temperature accelerant fire.

Your typical fire generates
about 2000 degrees.

We add a little thermite,
we can boost that to 4500 degrees.

If the fire department shows up early
and starts spraying water...

...they'll just aggravate the flames.
Leave you nothing but memories.

I never said I didn't love it,
I just said I shouldn't do it.

Earl, you have a gift.

Others create, you destroy.

Mr. Hepworth. Thomas Dekker.

As you know, the IRS is conducting
an audit of Critter Cabin...

Let me ask you,
how come you get to audit me...

...and I don't get to audit you?

- About the audit...
- Granted, you use my money...

...for some worthy causes.
Roads, schools.

But building a border wall,
prosecuting people for smoking pot...

...building even more prisons
to hold even more young men of color?

Why should my money finance that?

There seem to be discrepancies
in your unrelated business income...

Hershey, Hershey, Hershey.
You're missing the point.

If I could direct your attention
to Form 990-T, Part 1, 4A...

The point, the essential point, is this:

We're all sinners.

- Sinning. That's the point?
- Lust. Gluttony. Sloth.

Three of my favorites.

But you're here because of my greed.

Tell me, what's your sin, Mr. Hepworth?

- I don't...
- Of course you do.

For all have sinned
and fall short of the glory of God.

Testify, Brother Hershey.

- I don't think that...
- Don't think.

- Flow.
- I...

That's it. Let it out.

- Let it out.
- I hate this job.

Amen to that.

My kid...

...he's incredible.

He's desperate to go
to Davenport Academy...

...but the headmaster won't let him in
because of what I do.

What I did.

I audited his sister.

Don't despair, Brother Hershey.

Your job is what kept your son out...

...and now it will be what gets him in.

- How is it gonna do that?
- I'm going to do that.

In exchange
for services rendered by you.

Or, to be more precise,
not rendered by you.

Rumor is you got a bomb
to drop on the task force.

- That a fact?
- Tactical freaking nuke.

I'm all a-tingle.

I tailed Keen.

She didn't lead me to Reddington.
Someone else.

- Who?
- Robert Navarro.

Navarro?
I figured he got himself whacked.

What he got himself was a deal
with the feds.

- Snitch?
- He cut a deal.

Immunity in exchange for everything
he knows about Nash Syndicate.

- Names, suppliers, amounts.
- He's gonna tell all that to the feds?

Everything we've tried
to find out for a year.

Talk about getting caught
with your hands in your pants.

Navarro's gonna meet his contact today
at a fed safe-house on Water Street.

The bureau's promising transcripts.

That's not tactical nuke, my friend.
That's thermo-freaking-nuclear.

- Let's go drop it on the boys.
- Go ahead. I'll be right there.

We ran a sample of Edwards's virus,
which we're uploading to Atlanta.

Naturally-occurring Nipah has
one strand of RNA. Hers has two.

That sounds bad.

She genetically spliced
a secondary strand onto the virus.

No idea why. We'll know more
when we hear back from Atlanta.

Network alert. Network alert.

Access denied.

- What's going on?
- I don't know.

I'm locked out.

Atlanta's down.

- Everyone's down.
- How's that possible?

I have no idea.

But it seems like the biological virus
is now infecting our entire network.

A human virus infected
a computer network?

How is that possible?

Code is code. Ones and zeroes.

We can manipulate the human genome
to implant malicious code into it.

When the infected DNA
from the victims was analyzed...

...and uploaded to the CDC's network,
the computer virus was uploaded with it.

So the purpose of the outbreak was
to hijack the CDC's server.

And lock us out. But why?

The server could give her
the locations and access codes...

...to thousands of viruses.

The only way I can see
what she's doing inside the system...

...is to physically access
the server farm.

Then that's what you'll do.

Sir, that's what I'd like to do,
there's just one small problem.

This is the quarantine zone,
and this is the server farm...

...that supplies
the CDC's computer system.

A strange coincidence.

Or Edwards chose her target
with that in mind.

Thank you, Ms. Timmons.
The board couldn't be happier.

Now, don't forget your jersey.

Isn't it marvelous?

Very sporty.

- And please...
- Thank you.

- Mr. Dekker, is it?
- Yes. Very impressive.

What a gymnasium.
A real shrine to athleticism.

I can just feel the testosterone.

We've wanted to build it for years.

But one neighbor refused to sell
an adjoining plot.

Until five minutes ago.

- The charming lady who just left?
- It's been a good day.

Then allow me to make it
an even better one.

Every great athletic facility
requires spectacular locker rooms...

...for all those inspirational
pregame-sermons...

...the halftime pep-talks...

...all that postgame towel-snapping
and rump-slapping.

Let me be forthright,
if you're willing to offer enrollment...

...at the academy to a very,
very promising young man that I know...

...then I'd be willing to pay
for those locker rooms.

- That is very generous.
- His name is Charlie Hepworth.

I know there's been bad blood...

That's rather an understatement.

His father's audit cost my sister
her company.

Yes, but to be fair, should poor Charlie
have to suffer the consequences...

...of his father's doggedness
and your sister's indiscretions?

Thank you, Mr. Dekker...

...but I'll have to turn down
your generous offer.

Must be something I can do
to change your mind.

I can't think of a thing.

Well, let's see if I can.

Can you really intercept cell phones
with that?

Anyone in range makes a call,
this picks up their device ID number.

That way we get whoever shows up
and anyone they reach out to for help.

If I haven't said it, thank you for this.

- Coffee?
- Yeah.

My girls call this "daddy mud."

How old are they?

Thirteen and 10.

My wife took them last year.

Found herself another guy.

I have a daughter too.
She's not with me right now either.

She's with her grandmother.

I have to get through this first.

My ex's guy...

...lives in Orlando.

Except for vacations, my kids do too.

Life's something, isn't it?

Unsolicited advice:

You need a better lawyer.

Make a deal.

We catch Damascus,
you go see your daughter...

- ...I get myself a new lawyer.
- Deal.

Bar code in his window. It's a rental.

- You recognize him?
- No.

Maybe hired muscle.

Hey. It's me.

Yeah. I don't know,
but there's no sign of Navarro.

Right.

I'll go in for a closer look.

Inside the hot zone, your rebreather
will have 20 minutes of air.

Beyond that, oxygen levels fall
and the environment inside your suit...

...will change dramatically.

Carbon monoxide levels spike,
causing nausea, dizziness.

Got it. So if the virus doesn't kill me,
the suit will.

- Nothing will kill you.
- We got you on comms...

...so we can guide you to the server.
Once there, tap the terminal.

Figure out what Edwards is doing
in there and get out.

Okay, listen.

You can do this.

You're going to be great.

Okay?

- What?
- I have to pee.

Kidding.

Totally kidding. Come on,
I'm trying to lighten the mood.

What? Okay.

You getting this?

Not yet.

- He's leaving.
- Yeah.

Nobody. The place is empty.

Maybe you got bad intel,
but there's nobody here.

We're not gonna get
another shot at this.

We won't need one.

When you exit the elevator,
there's a door...

...to your immediate right.
That's the server room.

I see it.

- How am I doing on oxygen?
- Nine minutes.

Nine minutes, huh?

- Actually, eight.
- Aram, you gotta listen to me.

You're looking for Server Row D-52.

Fourth row from the east wall.

Dr. Moshay, this is probably
as good a time as any...

...to tell you how much I admire
the CDC and the work you do.

But perhaps one
of your scientists could...

Could find a way to equip
these hazmat suits with a simple...

...in-line recirculating fan
to cool them off a bit that...

Oh, okay. I found it. D-52. We're here.

It's... Okay, okay.

- Seven minutes.
- He'll make it.

- I need the root password.
- It's 12, net, four, hotel, bravo.

Honestly, I can't...

I can't really see through this mask.

Okay, hold on. I'm in. I'm in.
All right. Now I'm...

...scanning for unknown processes.

He's burning through his air faster
than he should. Pull him out.

- Aram, you need to focus.
- I am.

- I can't see here.
- You're gonna have to.

Aram, do you remember Thanksgiving?

The immigration diatribe
your brother-in-law went on?

- Remember how you coped?
- I gorged on apple cobbler.

You told me, you breathed.

- I breathed.
- You tried to breathe.

Remember when you focused
on breathing?

- Call it.
- You found a sense of calm.

You could separate yourself
from anxiety and just be.

Samar, this is...

I know you're helping,
but I figured it out.

- She's jumped the system.
- What does that mean?

Government computer systems
are networked.

If what I'm seeing here is right...

...then Edwards is using
the CDC portal to launch...

...a search in SlPRnet and the DoD.

The most classified networks
in the country.

She's trolling their databases.

- Looking for what?
- That's just it.

She's using a DNA sample in her search.

It's not a "what."

It's "who."

I think she's looking for somebody.

The outbreak was just a way
to ID someone.

Yeah, she's looking
to put a name to DNA.

- Who? Family member? Loved one?
- Enemy?

I wanna know the second you find out.
Whoever it is may need our protection.

- Agent Keen.
- Bad time?

Not at all. Did anyone take the bait?

Yes, a merc, some muscle.

But he was reporting
to whoever sent him.

That's the person I'm looking for,
which is why I need your help.

- What can I do?
- The guy who showed up...

...Singleton intercepted his phone.

- A burner.
- You must know who he called.

- I do. One number, also a burner.
- I'll geolocate him.

- You're in the middle of a big case...
- Do it.

CDC's confirming the antidote.
We'll track the DNA.

- You sure?
- Of course.

It's imperative we find Tom's killer.

How?

A quit claim? But we were in contract.

As Old Man Quimby,
my fencing instructor, used to say:

"If 'ifs' and 'buts' were candy and nuts,
oh, what a Christmas we'd have."

My God, I loved the foil.

She agreed to sell to us.

As it turns out,
you weren't offering quite enough.

She accepted my proposal over
the most delicious buckwheat blini...

...and a tour
of her surprisingly vast collection...

...of ceramic salt and pepper shakers.

But the funny thing is,
I have absolutely no use for the place.

If only there were something
you could do...

...to help me think of a constructive way
to develop the property.

- Any good ideas?
- No.

- Really?
- Absolutely not.

Maybe a massage parlor.

The athletes would love it.

Oh, my God.

Fine.

I'll admit him, the Hepworth kid...

...if you throw in the locker room.

"If wishes were horses,
beggars would ride."

Ah, Quimby.

The man was a walking aphorism.

We found who Edwards was looking for.
Caleb James Cronin, retired Navy SEAL.

- She was looking up his DNA.
- Explains her extraordinary steps.

The ID of anyone in Special Ops
is classified.

- What it doesn't explain is why she cares.
- Cronin killed her husband.

The opium.

He's the one who caught Edwards
stealing it. JAG ruled it was self-defense.

She'd like to render her own verdict.

If she knows who he is,
it won't take her long to find him.

- We need to find him first.
- Lt. Caleb Cronin?

What the hell was that?

Invite me in and I'll explain.

Red, I've been thinking
about this all wrong.

You're the fancy fugitive
the IRS can't touch.

Heddie and I,
our names are all over this.

This audit is gonna land us in jail
where she belongs.

But I need to feel the sun on my face
and the breeze on my neck.

So here you go.

A dachshund, husky, chow, pug,
beagle, two Siamese, a chinchilla...

...and my appreciation
for torching the place.

As it turns out, that won't be necessary.

He promised me a sure thing,
gives me Viagra.

All I have to show for it
is a four-hour erection.

Who knew an IRS agent
would be so amenable?

Wait. You're...?
You're not burning down the place?

Did you hear what I said?
We'll go to jail for this.

Brother Hershey, behold a miracle.

You got Charlie in.

- I can't thank you enough.
- Of course you can. That's why I did it.

There's nothing I've wanted more
than for my son to go to Davenport.

And...

...if it were in my power
to bury this audit, I would.

But it is in your power.
You're the auditor.

Yes, I was when we came
to our understanding...

...but there's been a change.

I'm out, and Larry Hotchkiss is in.

He'll be here tomorrow at 9
to examine your books.

I am so sorry.

So am I, Brother Hershey.

So am I.

It appears we're going to need
that chinchilla after all.

Okay.

Come on.

- I'm geolocating now.
- Singleton, can you talk?

- You got a location?
- Almost.

Okay, okay, okay.

All right. Looks like there.
There, 447 Skidmore.

- Did you get that?
- Call the burner.

What? Why?
What good's that gonna do?

It'll tell me what task-force member
killed your husband.

That address, 447 Skidmore,
that's your office.

- Call the number.
- Not until we get units there.

You need back...

Singleton?

Is there a problem?

I hope not.

Your girls are in Orlando, right?

You can open your mouth,
but whatever happens to me...

...I got people, Norm.

A lot of people.

You do anything stupid...

...and those girls of yours are gonna pay.

Let's go for a ride.

That cough is your body trying
to fight genetic material...

...I've introduced into your bloodstream.

It'll be followed by a migraine,
double vision.

Your brain is swelling, lieutenant.

It will continue to until your skull
can't accommodate its size.

Look.

- Whatever this is...
- There is a cure, however.

And I have it. But for that,
I'm gonna need something in return.

Who are you?

Dennis Edwards, Navy SEAL.

Manbij, Syria. You remember him?

He was my husband.

It wasn't my fault.

What happened,
your husband's death, it was...

It was an accident.

You convinced JAG
that he stole a truckload of opium.

But I know differently.

I know
because he delayed shipping out...

- ...to find out who'd done it.
- No, that's...

That is not right.
Whatever he told you...

When my husband's effects
were returned...

...there was blood on his uniform.

I tested it.

Found two sets of DNA.

His and the Navy SEAL who killed him.

You.

I know you stole the opium.

I know you blamed it on my husband,
then murdered him to cover your tracks.

What I don't know is
who else was involved.

You've heard about the outbreak.

That was me.

I've infected you
with an accelerated variant.

You'll be dead in three hours
unless you get the antidote.

So...

...lieutenant...

...who helped you kill my husband?

Oh, God.

Earl, I've been thinking.

Who am I to stand
between you and your calling?

You can make disappear
in one hour what it took...

...a hundred men a year to create?

I take it the IRS wasn't
so amenable after all.

There may have been a slight hiccup.

Men plan. God laughs.

- The audit begins tomorrow, 9 a.m.
- Only there is no God.

- It's all a big chemical reaction.
- Can you do it by then?

I need someone
who sees the fire in my eyes...

...and wants to play with it.

Is that a yes or a no?

Or is a haiku sometimes just a haiku?

I have five smoke detectors,
16 sprinkler heads...

- ...and a backflow preventer to install.
- Then...

The plan's in my head.
Supplies are in the van.

Every shred of evidence will be reduced
to ashes by dawn.

I do see the fire in your eyes.

And it's terrifying.

FBI!

FBI! Down! Move!

Ressler.

You think she infected him?

Or tried. There was some struggle.

He gets the upper hand.
He's bigger, a SEAL.

Take her where? She came here
to get her revenge.

Agents!

This is Jill Conway, a neighbor.

I saw them. He had a gun.

All right. Get her full statement.
Thank you.

Aram, we may have a hostage situation.

Run a profile on Cronin. Credit cards,
vehicle registration, the works.

Okay, I'm on it.

Let me drive.

- Please. I can help.
- Stop. Just...

How much further?

Left at the light.

Onto Shore Boulevard.

I never wanted to kill you. I just wanted
to clear my husband's name.

A traffic cam clocked Cronin's vehicle...

...three minutes ago,
westbound on 495.

I've got an N. Y.P.D. unit tailing them.

- Headed towards Astoria.
- That's where Edwards lives.

They're headed to her house.
Aram, have N.Y.P.D. set a perimeter.

Run him onto a service road
at Hell Gate Bridge.

Call Dr. Moshay.
Tell her we have a likely infection.

We need response units on-site.

- What do we got?
- He's symptomatic.

Likely infected, which means she is too.

I've asked law enforcement
to keep them at bay until you arrive.

Tell me if it's safe to send my people in.

- So you can treat them?
- Yes. Atlanta cleared the antidote.

We have doses ready to go.

What about him? Is he armed?

We think so.

- Well, then it's not safe to treat them.
- Where are you going?

Ressler?

- All right. Hold on. Not so fast.
- I need medicine.

She infected me with some kind of...
Some virus.

- Where's the weapon?
- Did you hear me?

This woman, she's the reason.

- She's infected half the city.
- I asked you a question.

Where's the weapon?

I only wanted
to clear my husband's name.

To prove his innocence.

- I didn't want anybody to get hurt.
- His innocence? Hey, hold up.

- What does she mean, "his innocence"?
- Are you insane?

This man takes another step,
you have permission to shoot.

- He doesn't have much time.
- How about we make a trade?

Your life for the truth
about Dennis Edwards.

I told the truth.

Unless you wanna leave
in a hazmat bag...

...you're gonna tell me what happened
to this woman's husband in Raqqa.

Please. I'm begging you.

He's gonna die.

Yeah, I guess so.

Okay, stop!

Stop.

The opium, we took it.

Edwards figured it out.

He was gonna turn us in.

I want names.

Oz Stone. Frank McGraw.

- Who pulled the trigger?
- I did, okay?

Are you happy?

I shot him.

Bring them in!

When it's safe, arrest them both.

Hey. Singleton, it's me again.

You don't seem to be home.

And you don't answer your calls, so...

...I'm getting worried.
Call me back when you get this.

- Singleton?
- He's not at home?

No. He's not answering his cell either.

- This is what I was afraid of.
- Why do you say that?

It may be nothing.

I'm gonna give you an address.

Where the hell you been?

The auditor's in the bathroom
washing up for the kill.

I couldn't bring myself to burn it down.

I like it here.

Good for you. Why don't you stay here
and pat the pets.

- We'll be in jail with the animals.
- I don't think so.

I should've known
you'd throw us under the bus.

Shut your mouth, and look and learn.

- Oh, Mr. Dekker, it's your lucky day.
- Why is that?

Our field office caught fire last night.
Yeah, a wire shorted in the basement.

Sparked a bag of deicing chemicals
someone left there.

We store the materials we prepare
for audits in the basement.

As a result, yours has been
indefinitely postponed.

That is a bit of luck.

We'll be in touch.

I assume that you assume
the fire was the work of an arsonist.

We did, but we found no evidence of it.

All we know is that the fire started
inside the smoke alarm.

How ironic.

Present arms. Ready, aim, fire.

Ready, aim, fire.

Ready, aim, fire.

Mr. Fagen.

I was staring at those trees,
thinking how I wanted to burn them.

I realize that I've stoked the flame,
which is why I brought you this.

- Embrace the Struggle.
- Zig Ziglar at his most persuasive.

- Familiar with his work?
- He's a motivational speaker.

Who motivated me to quit smoking
and shoot from the neck down.

You think he can motivate me
not to burn those trees.

A retainer.

For services not yet rendered.

Read the book.

Think positive. Control your urges.

And I'll put your gift to good use.

Stabbed multiple times.

Wallet gone.

They're saying it was a robbery.

I want witness statements,
CCTV footage...

...and a forensic report
on my desk an hour ago.

Nobody sleeps until we find
the son of a bitch who did this.

Elizabeth.

What is it?

That's him.

The bald man.

Damascus.

That's the man who killed Tom.